GREEN AS WOMAN’S EYES

The darkness bows its head and stands on its knees in front of the light. The green is about to overcome the loneliness of the white and the darkness. The pain from the birth makes its way in front of the cold and the separation. And the reproduction  of the life triumphs over death. The naked branches are covered with buds and hope. It smells of innocence, temptation, sin, and sadness. Everything is flesh and longing.

My green eyes wake up from the loneliness of the long winter, and the tenderness is about to flood the world with a tremendous expectation. The ice is melting and the noise of the drops throws out the accumulated disappointments. Pieces of ice are lonely carried along the river, melting away from the sun's rays in the water to give way to the wind of the willows and the green eyes that will heal every broken heart. The sun rays dry my tears in my green eyes and fill them with laughter and charm. And the raindrops count the moments until our meeting.

Life is woven from short moments. Moments between birth and death. Moments between love intoxication and separation. And moments of pain from this when we become too close and vulnerable to each other. My green eyes are like a magnet for you. The green eyes fascinate you and attracts you in the magic lands that you long to visit. And you are split between staying whole, unharmed and lonely or risking and letting your heart be broken at last. Because after the green one comes the sea blue, in which direction the green eyes will fly away from you. Budded by love flowers merge harmoniously with young green leaves and you choose the short moments of happiness before the eternal moments of loneliness. To rise and to grow.

You are looking for me between the colours of the spring and the fragrances of the reviving life. You seek me to understand life and yourself.

You seek me in the freedom and in the truth of the white, which as spring snow has covered the horizon. And you find in it white moments of wins and fails.

 You are looking for me in the pink buds of the peach, which as innocence and virginity suggest faith in purity. And you find pure pink moments that make you to believe in the green eyes.

You are looking for me in the sweet aromas of longing and unfulfilled expectations. And you find me in the lilac dreams in which the green eyes dwell.

You are looking for me in the red of the roses, which fills the air with the illusion that the romance of eternal love is what you will find. And you find scarlet moments of the pain of the passion.

You are looking for me in the life-giving dances of the bees who are eager to merge with the flowers to drink from the nectar of life. And you find me in the nectar.

You are looking for me in the green, with which a divine artist has colored the world. And you find me in the green as a promise, as a beginning, as an invitation for sin and temptation.

You are looking for me in the flight of the young birds circling in the air, intoxicated by the madness and sounds of a violin, with which the musicians fill the air in honor of the green eyes. You find me in the cozy love nests, where all the living nature has been isolated in pairs under the pink green branches and shrubs.

You find me in the multiplication of the flesh and the spirit when the soul is in an endless ecstasy and flight released from the chains of the social and from the pretense of the crowd.

 I am the life, the song of the birds, the green element, the eternal woman, the aromatic flowers. I am the reviving life that happens outside and who does not leave indifferent. I am the tender green color, tempting as a woman and a symbol of life. I am the carefree new beginning. I am the pure laughter that still has no memory of the pain.

And you find me cozy sitting in the branches of the green clouds like a dream that is about to fly away. Inspired by the urge of the multiplying life, you are ready to cross the safe boundary of your dreams and to follow the magic of the green eyes.

Outside is an erotic and happy happening of the life. Out there is love and green magic. Like spring in my green eyes. Like spring in your widely open and full of adoration eyes.  A choir of divine violins blesses the creation of the life and our silent meeting.

The green of the eyes is about to dissolve in the hot summer magic, where the flesh and the pain of the summer glow overflow the world with passion and suffering. Where everything is a solemn journey and moments of immortality.

(Elena S. Lyubenova)